These past three days have been spent trying to nurse a fever that seemed to last forever. Sunday night when I first felt the heavy symptoms of it and from that moment on, my temperature never went down. It was always 38 to 39. I was just really HOT. Apart from that, I had to make poopoo every hour, in a watery kind of way. Gross, i know.
Three days of suffering. Three days of pain. Three days of helplessness. Three days of headaches and of stomachaches. Three days of this fucking fever.
And of course, as if I didn't know how demanding my job is, I grumble and whine whenever I hear my cell phone ring and see my clients names blinking on the cellphone screen.
Hard life knocks.
But in all these, there are two things I came to realize
1. My mom rocks!
She took care of me and would be up in the wee hours of the morning
just to check on me. I wouldn't have survived if it wasn't for her tender
loving motherly care.
2. Chums are definitely miss-able.
Need I say more.
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